Chapter 4

The shower showed me I had scratches and scrapes all over my body. Even the Speedo was ripped, although nobody had told me, and apparently my ass had been hanging out here and there. I managed to not scream too loudly every time I rubbed the sand off, or into, another scrape. By the end of my shower, I just stood there with my head under the water, crying and hoping nobody would hear me. My first vacation in ages lay in tatters, blood-stained tatters. Of course, I got soap in my eyes, which at least gave me a reason for all the tears that joined the cooling water as I ran his tank out of hot. I did let out a screech when it came in full cold, though, and fumbled around until I heard a noise and the water was shut off while my hand was groping the towel bar at the wrong end.